Paramour for the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  Running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip and pressing her naked body against his, she shifted upward on her side. She held her breast to his mouth, her nipples still sore from his rough treatment, and Damian softly licked.

  He slid his hand between her legs, and used his fingers to play with her, barely brushing them across her tender skin.

  Her nerves jolted at his touch, a deep pleasure coursing downward where she was sorely raw from stretching around his monstrous cock. He continued to fondle her. Though his fingers were feather-light, a burning pain melted through her, coupled with the delicious longing. He mouthed her breast with a sweet, suckling kiss.

  “Take me again.” She could hardly speak the words, enraptured by the writhing need to be full of him again.

  “No.” Damian took his hand away. “I’ve done enough to you already.”

  Surprised and overwhelmed with a ravenous desire, Haley cringed at the bite of rejection.

  He raised an eyebrow. “You’re sore.” He reached down to hold his own swollen organ, stiff with arousal. “Too sore for this.” He let go of his cock and moved down, studying her plump, reddened sex. “I’ll make you feel better.”

  His velvety tongue stroked at the swollen flesh between her legs, and Haley gasped at the building climax clenching in her stomach.

  Careful not to brush his bristly whiskers across her oversensitive skin, using only the tip to arouse her, he repeatedly morphed his tongue, forking and un-forking it, grazing it all over.

  She breathed his name, her back arching, and her legs naturally opened wider, offering herself to him.

  “Do you want to come, Haley?” He caught eyes with her, licking her tender clitoris.

  “Yes.” She drew out the word, squirming under his skilled attention. She couldn’t catch her breath. His gentle touch was bringing her over the edge, the burning in her muscles soothed by his lapping tongue. “Please, don’t stop.” She closed her eyes and clutched the sheets beneath her.

  She came against his tongue, and he kept licking. Growling, Damian closed her legs around his face, caressing his coarse jaw with her delicate inner thighs while she rode out her pleasure.

  Her rolling orgasm ended, and Haley drowsily lifted her lashes, surrounded by falling specks of gold fire that disappeared as they fluttered to the floor. A dusting of sparkling gold covered the entire bed, swirling with glittering designs. She gasped in surprise, and Damian climbed on top of her.

  “Feel better?” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

  Haley bit down on her lip as he rested his face against her neck, looking around the flickering room in wonder. “I didn’t realize I was doing that.”

  “Beautiful witch.”

  The lights around them extinguished, and the golden dust disappeared from the sheets. Haley started drifting off underneath him. Her limbs were impossibly heavy, but she reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly as she fell into the darkness of a dreamless sleep.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Exhausted, her deepened breaths made him long for the moment he could fall asleep with her. She was so luscious to sleep with, her naked breasts an inviting pillow, but there was something he needed to do. Pulling away from her and easing off the bed, he went to his nearly dry clothes and put them on.

  He grabbed a notepad and pen from the desk, scribbled a message on the top sheet, and left it next to her on the nightstand.

  Had to take care of something, I’ll be back as soon as I can. No nightmares while I’m gone.

  D

  Her radiant features compelled him to pick up the notepad again, adding an extra line at the bottom of the page.

  You look unbelievably beautiful right now.

  * * *

  His own hotel room seemed cold and desolate compared to Haley’s. He wrenched off his damp, muddied clothes with an urge to smile at the memory of sparkling golden flames, floating in the air.

  Stepping into the shower, he looked down at his rock-hard cock. That siren witch is going to kill me. Swiftly scrubbing his body clean, he examined his member for a moment, amazed by how easily she’d healed him from the sickeningly painful leech bites. Now his cock was in a different kind of pain, engorged and darkened to a blood red from unfulfilled arousal. He considered finishing himself off, but he’d rather wait until he could be with the irresistible witch again.

  Shaking his head, he pushed his erection down so he could zip up his jeans, and buckled his belt. He snatched a dark shirt from his suitcase. Focus. He picked up a leather duffel bag and unzipped it, retrieving a pair of pliers and his black leather gloves.

  The man’s black thoughts made him easy to find, he seemed to leave a trail wherever he went. Damian could sense his sulfuric stench the closer he got to Haley’s room. Panicked that something might have happened while he was gone, he listened for her thoughts, relieved to find her still fast asleep with only a velvety darkness humming through her head.

  The black thoughts were centered in the room just next to hers, and Damian stood at the door, silently commanding the deadbolt to open. He reached for the knob, slipping silently into the room.

  The man leaned against the wall, peering through what must be a tiny hole with a view into the neighboring room. Fuck, he should have known they were being watched. He typically would have been able to sense something like that. Unless the beautiful witch is around…and spreading her legs for you. He rolled his eyes at his gross oversight.

  He closed his hands around Matthew’s throat, silencing the scream so he wouldn’t wake Haley, sleeping soundly just on the other side of the wall.

  Flailing his limbs, Matthew tried to wrench free. Damian tightened his grasp, dragging him along to the open window, and stepped up onto the ledge. He jumped down from the second-story window with ease. Landing swiftly on his feet, he headed into the maze of overgrown gardens with his captive.

  His gloved hands crushed his windpipe until Matthew blacked out and became dead weight. Damian threw him over his shoulder, searching for a secluded place, and found it in a rickety garden shed. From the pile of lawn furniture stacked in the corner, he chose a wooden chair with arms, bringing it to the middle of the floor.

  After tightly securing Matthew’s limbs to the chair, he pulled his knife out of his pocket and flipped it open.

  Matthew’s head flopped forward, and Damian tilted it back, using the tip of the blade to open one of his eyelids. The eye was white at first, rolled back in his head, but it swiveled to show its flat brown color as he gradually awakened.

  Blinking rapidly, Matthew eyed the sharp point of the knife. “Whoa. Wh-what is—”

  Damian shoved the blade into his eye, leaving it in there for a moment.

  “I’m going to make this quick.” He knew Matthew couldn’t hear him over his shrieking screams and pulled out the knife, bringing the bloody edge to the inside of his cheek, holding it to the corner of his mouth. “Shut up. Or I’ll slice your face.”

  The only sound in the darkened shed was the pattering of Matthew’s urine, dripping onto the floor.

  “I’m going to make this quick, because I have a beautiful woman to get back to.” He wiped the blade along Matthew’s trembling tongue to clean it before sliding it back into his pocket. “You know her.” Damian casually pushed his hands into his pockets, pausing for a moment. “Speak.”

  “Yeah, I know her.” Sweating, Matthew spat blood onto the floor. “Lil miss Hawthorne, smokin’ hot redhead. The one ’at begs fer my attention whenever you’re not around. You know she tol’ me to look through that peephole n’ watch her take her clothes off.”

  “How do you know her name?”

  “I’m a make this real simple for ya, friend. She. Tol’. Me. Right after she asked me to watch you fuck her. Now, can I please just go now?”

  Damian pulled the pair of pliers from his pocket and took a firm hold of Matthew’s pinky finger, positioning it between the pincers. “I said I’m going to make this quick. I asked you a questio
n.”

  “And I answered you! What do you want from me, man?”

  Wrenching the tool sideways, Damian cracked the bone.

  An agonized scream followed.

  He quickly withdrew his knife, flipping it open and slicing into the side of Matthew’s mouth. “Scream again, and I’ll stab your other eye.” The garden shed was quiet again, and Damian shook his head. “You don’t want to lie to me anymore. I’m getting impatient.” With his blade, he poked at the broken finger, already turning a bluish purple, and Matthew winced, shaking wildly. “How do you know her name?”

  “I’ll never tell you, OK? Might as well just kill me, all right?”

  “Now we’re getting somewhere. Listen.” Damian leaned in close. “I was planning on breaking the rest of your fingers and then taking them off, but I’m tired. I want to make this quick. So, I’m just going to start with your dick and see where that gets me.”

  “No, please, no, please…”

  Damian roughly pulled open his pants, recalling the worst pain he’d ever felt was when Marybelle had tortured his testicles. He yanked them out of Matthew’s urine-soaked boxers, glancing around the room for something to use, and settled on a hammer and nails.

  “I’m gonna nail your balls to this chair.”

  “No!”

  Ignoring his terrified pleas, Damian positioned the tip of a nail at Matthew’s scrotum, pressing into it until he almost pierced the skin.

  “Remember not to scream, or I’ll slice open the rest of your face.” He held the weighty hammer at the head of the nail, taking his time to swing it.

  “Please, please, please. I’ll do anything.”

  “You know how to make this stop.” Damian lifted the hammer.

  “Raden! It was Raden! He sent me, he wants Haley Hawthorne, she escaped from him, and he sent me to find her and bring her back. Please don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me.”

  “Why now?” Damian held the hammer poised above the nail. “She escaped years ago.”

  “She’s been in her tower this whole time, under some kind of protection. He knows about you and her, the oracles told him about it. My orders were to leave you alone and just go after her. I’m not even a redneck; I was just playing the part. Please don’t hammer my balls, my sweet, precious balls.” He wept uncontrollably.

  “What else do the oracles know?”

  Matthew’s bloodied mouth went slack. “How the fuck should I know? Come on, man, I told you everything!”

  “No.” Damian dug the nail in deeper, drawing blood. Matthew snarled and rocked violently in the chair. “You know more than you’re telling me, I can feel it.”

  Matthew spoke in an unnatural, raspy voice. “Just fucking do it, I’m not giving you shit.”

  Damian obliged, swiftly swinging the hammer to drive in the nail. Matthew’s choked scream pierced the air.

  “What did I tell you about screaming?” Damian growled, cutting into his cheek with the knife. “Tell me what the oracles said.”

  “Fuck you!” Blood spurted from his cut mouth. “Fuck you!”

  “I don’t have all night.” Damian picked up another nail, readying it at Matthew’s bleeding sac.

  “I am the almighty Baelom.” His voice lowered to a booming echo. “You will bow before me, traitorous wretch. Give the hammer to me so I may crush your skull with it. NOW!”

  Damian stood up, looming over him. “I know who you are, lecherous demon. You may be a high priest in Hell, but I’m the fucking son of Lucifer. You already know your tricks don’t work on me. Why are you wasting my time?”

  Baelom smiled, his mouth mangled at both sides. “Because she’s made you weak. How is it you didn’t sense me watching you two? She is a fine little piece, that one, and once again, you are weakened under a witch’s simple powers. This time it’s of your own choosing.” He laughed hoarsely, spraying blood from his torn lips. “The all-powerful son of our dark lord, incapacitated by those big, creamy white tits. Not that I blame you, the girl’s almost perfect, except for that nasty branding your uncle gave her. I jerked it to her while she was riding you.”

  Tightening his jaw, Damian hammered in a second nail to the soft testicle, picking up a third and stabbing it into the tender flesh before lifting the hammer again.

  “All right! Fuck, all right!” Damian wasn’t fazed, and Baelom shouted madly in a stammering stream. “They said she’s changing your destiny! They said she might lead you to take your place on the throne of Hell, and Raden doesn’t want that. He wants to take her from you. He’s already branded her his own.”

  Damian stood and set the hammer back on the table. “Did they say how she would lead me to the throne?”

  He shook his head vigorously, hyperventilating with relief. “You know how vague the oracles are, their predictions might not even be true. Raden is more upset you’re with a lowly witch again, and this one is his personal little escaped pet.”

  Damian shifted his dark stare to Baelom. “You’ve served your purpose.”

  “No, Damian. I’m a high priest, you can’t kill me.”

  “I’m a traitorous wretch, Baelom.” Damian pulled out his knife again, flipping open the enchanted blade. “I can do whatever I want.”

  “I’m not ready to die. I’ve only lived a few thousand years. Please don’t kill me, Damian. I’m not ready for the black abyss. Not yet.”

  “It’s a waste of breath; your disappearance will serve as a message to my uncle. Maybe the oracles will tell him what I did to your balls before I stabbed you.” He poised the blade at Baelom’s forehead. “Nobody is going to get to Haley.”

  The terrified scream was cut short by the knife plunging into his brain. The body disintegrated in the air as Baelom became nothing, eternally swallowed by darkness.

  * * *

  Damian returned to her room to find Haley sleeping serenely and his note untouched on the nightstand. He tore it up, tossing it in the trash, and wearily took off his clothes. Studying the wall behind the bed, he caught the small discrepancy, a practically invisible hole, and used his mind to meld the wood closed.

  Haley stirred as he got into bed with her and cuddled closer to him in her sleep. He held her tightly, craving the divine peace he felt with her, and relaxed at the sound of her calming breath.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Haley opened her eyes. The sky outside the hotel room window was a deep indigo, just barely lightened by the sunrise. Damian rested at her bare breast. So handsome.

  Famished and in desperate need of a shower, Haley shifted to get out of bed.

  Damian’s hand gripped her waist, sliding up to her breast. “Don’t leave.”

  His palm on her breast sent glorious tingles through her body. She took him into her arms as he buried his face against her chest.

  “I’m sorry, Haley.” Damian’s voice was groggy, and he cleared his throat. “I was half-asleep when I grabbed you. Don’t let me stop you.”

  “I was just going to take a shower.” She blushed, somehow shy around him again.

  “The restaurant downstairs opened at dawn, are you hungry? We could get room service.”

  “OK.” She nodded. Their tryst the day before had only been the beginning. Exhilarated, she slipped out of bed, ignoring the pain in her muscles as she walked to the bathroom.

  She sparked with arousal as she cleaned him off her body, inside of her, all over her sex, and down her thighs. She wanted him to come down her throat. Could she be bold enough to just lower to her knees in front of him and take him into her mouth? Hunger made her a bit lightheaded. Maybe after breakfast.

  Wrapping herself in a towel, she walked into the room and found Damian wearing jeans.

  He pulled on a shirt. “I ordered breakfast through the intercom, it’s on the way.”

  “Oh, thank you.” Haley turned to her suitcase. She picked up a white dress and reluctantly loosened the towel, not quite comfortable with her own nakedness yet. She slid the thin material over her head with her back
to him.

  “Still hiding from me?” Damian sank down to the edge of the bed.

  Haley shook her head. “Just a habit.” His iridescent eyes looked heavy. “Thanks for waking up with me. You could have slept in if you wanted to.”

  Damian got up to let in the hotel employee pushing a cart full of food. He gave her a tip from his wallet before she left the room.

  “Do you like to cook?” He sat down at the table to a plate of huckleberry pancakes and picked up a fork.

  “Yeah, sort of.” Haley shrugged, pouring maple syrup over her French toast. “I’m not passionate about it or anything, but I do enjoy it. Especially if it’s for a lot of people.”

  “I liked the pancakes you made. I didn’t tell you at the time because we were surrounded by people and Neil was giving you a neck massage.”

  A smile spread over her face. By the tone of his voice, it was clear he had some jealous feelings of his own regarding her ex-boyfriend.

  “Are you moving to Seattle?”

  She glanced up. “I’ve been considering it.”

  “So have I. Would it be difficult to transfer your job?”

  Haley chewed silently. “No, I would still be doing the same thing, just in a different location. But Hawthorne Tower has a lot more security than the Seattle offices.”

  “If you’re concerned about Raden taking you again, I don’t think you should worry about that anymore.”

  “I know that I should let it go.” Haley stared down at her plate. “I don’t know, something tells me I need to be cautious.”

  “No, you definitely need to be cautious. But I plan on killing Raden, so you won’t need to fear him much longer.”

  Her fork pinged against the plate as her hand dropped. “Damian.”

  “What?” He caught her stare and took a bite of his meal.

  “I don’t want you to do that.”

  He pushed the food around on his plate with a solemn frown. “The Order should have killed him a long time ago for what he did to you.”